The march of the red diamond Knight

Glynda Goodwitch, The deputy headmistress of Beacon Academy, watched the recording on her screen. Her beloved nephew from her younger sister, led the charge with a skill she never suspected from him.

Shield bash

Slash

Pommel strike

back fist

Front kick

Punch

All his blows were heavy and killed all the Grimm he fought with ease as he carved through the darkness.

"It seems like Mr. Arc's transcripts are false." She heard Ozpin remark.

No, she wanted to pull Jaune out of Beacon. She loved her nephew dearly but Jaune should not be a huntsman. Being a huntsman was a dangerous occupation after all. She had known good men and women die.

"He fights a bit like a Legionnaire combined with a knight," Ozpin said, catching Glynda's attention. As Ozpin's aide and one of the few who knew his secret, the fact that Jaune caught his attention was disturbing. "And he is not subconsciously using Aura,"

No aura?!

Glynda's eyes looked at the screen of her device. While the people around her nephew glowed with different colors, Jaune was colorless yet he kept up and left most of them in the dust.

What concerned her the most were his eyes.

'Look, Auntie Glyn!' A memory of an adorable little boy holding a flower appeared in her mind. A pair of innocent blue eyes gazing at her with love and admiration but now. Those blue eyes were cold and calculating, no warmth nor innocence could be seen as he severed a Beowolf in half.

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Jaune Arc stretched lightly as he found himself stripping the armor he wore the moment they arrived at the locker rooms. The last stretch and their return were uneventful as he cut through the Grimm with Crocea Mors. Taking his scroll out, the familiar yet unfamiliar piece of technology opened to reveal a picture of his family along with his sister-in-law, Terra.

Giving a glance to the ancestral blade, the young Arc frowned. While it was a great weapon, it did not suit him. It was a blade of heroes, not murderers. Maybe he could send it to his family and have a new weapon forged for himself. While he did have some weapons stored in his soul, he would rather have them be kept secret.

He could keep the Aedric spear as a trump card along with his magic along with his real sword. The sword he used to kill Mannimarco, countless Daedra, and more. The first blade he used, was reforged by the ancient art of the Akaviri. It was drenched in the blood of mortals and Daedra, dried by the heat in the realm of the Destroyer. It helped destroy the paradise of a madman and helped Akatosh seal Nirn from Oblivion forever by protecting Martin. The other trump card he could have is his staff. While for most mages, staves were just a status symbol, his staff was more than that. It was his staff along with his sword that he closed a lot of gates and ended threats to the empire and to Tamriel as a whole. 

As a huntsman, his Dark Brotherhood gear would be the best to use. Shadowhunt, Sufferthorn, and the Blade of Woe. Two daggers and a bow. He would be ready. He could use the Thornblade... if aura counts as armor then. No, Thornblade will only be used against dangerous people.

"All students please proceed to the Amphitheater," Hearing his aunt's voice echo through the speakers, the Divine Crusader stood up and held the broken remains of Chim-el Adabal. It no longer possessed powers it once had nor it ever will, it was just a worthless trinket with a history but to him. 

It was the last reminder of a dear friend and an Empire he served. 

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"Russel Thrush. Cardin Winchester. Dove Bronzewing. Sky Lark. The four of you retrieved the black bishop pieces. From this day forward, you will work together as Team CRDL, led by... Cardin Winchester!" Watching the current group stand on stage, Jaune noted their gear. A heavy infantry squad most likely. They weren't in the group he led but the one with squinting eyes was the most skilled of their group. 

"Jean Gunnhildr. Amber Favonius. Eula Lawrence. Lucia Ragnvindr." Jaune looked at the all-female team. 'Most likely a scout or light attack team just like what team RWBY would be. The young Divine Crusader felt a knightly demeanor around the women and raised a brow. That was interesting. "The four of you retrieved the white queen piece. From this day forward, you will work together as Team JAER (Jasper) led by... Jean Gunnhildr." 

'Jean huh? She has an aerokinetic ability. She also has a great handle on swordsmanship and has a good head on her shoulders,' Jaune thought before raising a hand to wave at Amber. The young woman reminded him of Ruby. She was a crack shot with her bow and quite fast and skilled with traveling through forest terrains. 

"Jaune," Hearing his name, the young man nodded and smiled at Pyrrha. His partner was a good person and a great fighter. The only problem he saw from her was her armor. That was it. Standing in the amphitheater, the young man stood tall and proud along with his friends. 

"Jaune Arc. Lie Ren. Pyrrha Nikos. Nora Valkyrie. The four of you retrieved the white rook pieces. From this day forward, you will work together as Team JNPR." Looking to the side, a small smile formed on Jaune's face as he looked at how Nora joyously embraced her partner. Not wanting to be outdone as much, Jaune playfully reached his fist out for Pyrrha. 

The poor girl who was not great with social activities, smiled as she shyly and awkwardly bumped her fist on his. 

"Led by... Jaune Arc!"

'Wait, what?!' 

"Congratulations, young man," Ozpin said, cutting off the Divine Crusader. 

"And finally: Blake Belladonna. Ruby Rose. Weiss Schnee. Yang Xiao Long. The four of you retrieved the white knight pieces. From this day forward, you will work together as Team RWBY. Led by... Ruby Rose!"

Taking an annoyed and curious glance at the headmaster, Jaune barely stopped himself from dragging the Headmaster for an interrogation. He had fought countless kinds of undead. Seriously, Cyrodiil was teeming with them. Hell, some skeletons were tougher than some kind of Daedra but that was not the point. 

Thanks to his adventures and studies, Jaune has a profound, almost intimate knowledge about Necromancy. With a single curious glance, the second Divine Crusader saw the soul of the headmaster and it shocked him. He had seen the soul of Divayth Fyr, of Neloth, and many older mortals in Tamriel along with the Daedra. The headmaster possessed two souls with one of them being old. Far older than any of the mortals he knew and it contained magic! Not magicka, but a trace of magic.

If the headmaster was a lich of some kind, then he would have to interfere. He had seen what necromancers were capable of and the fact that he only killed Mannimarco after the sacrifice of the Archmage of the time...

"Jaune, are you okay?" Hearing the voice of his partner and friend, Jaune turned to see the worried look on his partner's face. 

"I'm fine," Jaune said with a smile as he gently rubbed Pyrrha's head in front of everyone. Despite his smile, plans, and counters formed on Jaune's mind. If Ozpin was a necromancer or a mage, then fighting him would be difficult. But Jaune can and will be able to kill him. 

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Jean Gunnhildr looked at the list of students in her current batch. She and her partner, Lucia, were a part of families that used to be a part of Vale's old nobility. Well, all of her team were except for Amber. She knew of Pyrrha, she was probably the strongest of their batch in terms of duels but in real combat it would belong to that student... the Blonde Knight. He had taken care of most of the Grimm with frightening ease. 

Lucia, her partner and fellow student from a preparatory school, took an interest in him. Knowing her friend, she would have gone to document their fellow teams. Hearing the door to their room open, the young woman lowered her list to look at where her partner would enter

"Lucia?" Her partner had twigs in her fiery red hair and some mud on her stealth attire, 

"I'm fine," Lucia whispered as she rubbed her arm. "Someone noticed me and gave me a lesson. The asshole shot the tree I was on with a crossbow bolt." 

This was bad. Lucia was quite great at stealth and for someone to counter her and a student no less. But who could have...

A black raven landed on the desk Jean was using and left a folded letter before flying away. Sharing one glance with Lucia, Jean opened the letter, and a drop of sweat formed on her face. A simple note with a black handprint was printed on the page with two words in elegant cursive writing. 

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